So I moved to France.

I know this past month has been a little spotty, and I would apologize except that I had to move my entire livelihood to France and say goodbye to some pretty important people in my life for a really long time, and even though this is already a run-on sentence, I was pretty overwhelmed. But not anymore.

I'm settled. And I'm so happy. Obviously my French is horrible, and will probably be horrible until the week before I leave France. But I can order wine, which will suffice (even if I did ask my waiter tonight for an autre glass, instead of an autre verre).

So for tonight, because it's Wednesday and that means I do lists, I will list for you ___ things about my life in France, as of tonight, 12/9/2012.

1. I live off the Avenue de Wagram, in the 17eme arrondissement. Paris has twenty arrondissements, spiraling clockwise from the center. The 17eme is a pretty swanky arrondissement, if I do say so myself. I'd say it's the equivalent of the Upper West Side, for my NYC readers. A picture of it from the top of Arc de Triomphe below!

2. My school is in the 7eme arrondissement, an even swankier address than the 17eme. When I walk out of the library I literally walk onto the Champ de Mars, in front of the Eiffel Tower. I don't know how I got so lucky (Stafford Loans. That's how.), but every time I see that magnificent phallic metal statue, I feel at home.

3. I drink a lot on the Champ de Mars. It's not technically legal, but I don't have to brown bag it like I did in NYC (That 3rd Ave Lowes Theatre never saw me sober, I swear.), but you have to dodge the pickpockets. I'd upload you a picture from my phone, but it's a Blackberry and therefore, literally, undecipherable for me to use.

4. My apartment, a chambre de bonne, is pretty great. The bed's enormously shitty, but the rest is nicer than anywhere else I've ever lived (save for Gramercy, I miss you so.). The unfortunate thing about a chambre de bonne is the toilet. Because I don't have one. Because I have to go into the hallway and use one from the 1970s or before. I've lived through worse, so it's not a problem, but I've never not had a toilet. Even NYU gave me my own toilet for four years. I've found out this past week that I'm very bad at sharing toilets.  Here's a pic! It's dark, so the shade's drawn...also because I'm nude. Not really.

Maybe.

5. I ate an entire jar of Monoprix (the Target of Paris, I've been told) brand nutella. In three days. I'm so ashamed that I'm literally never buying it again. Yeah, I'll probably buy it next week.

Talk to you soon! Hopefully in the next few days! For now, I have reading to do about the ICC. Also, unrelated and perhaps a topic of a blogpost later, read up on the US Ambassador Stevens' death (and the other officials as well.) It's...intense, but worth a look.